Ezekiel has been having a rough week and she asked that I take over Debbie for today.

I’ve had a great couple of days. Ezekiel hasn’t been feeling well so I got to watch a lot of TV and snuggle [and I loooove snuggling]. I like it when she pets my back leg and plays with my ears. I also got to sleep a lot. I sure love sleeping – especially when Ezekiel and Weasel are in bed together and I get to snuggle between them. It’s all warm, quiet, safe and they love on me and talk lots about every topic you can imagine. Best way to end a day.

We had really yummy salad yesterday too and I know we’re all really excited for Wednesday because there will be a grocery delivery and they’re trying kale. They’ve been big on the vegetables lately thanks to the steamer Ezekiel got for Christmas. Veggies are very good at the moment because they’re both pretty ill. Weasel is battling a vicious cold, but she should be better in a week or so.

They left me alone for a little while today – they went to get cheese. When they came home they were soaked [England is covered in huge storms at the moment], but seemed in better spirits so I’m not mad at the rain.

While I’m writing this my wolf friend Corrin is watching Weasel work on flight plans. She’s been playing this flight sim game a lot and it seems to make her really happy. I’m not sure how good a co-pilot Corrin is, but he seems to enjoy the together time.

Physically nothing has really changed over this week for Ezekiel; she’s still wheezy/coughing, very tired [slept until noon again today] and generally achy in feet, legs, arms, wrists and hands. Mentally, this week has been very difficult. I think the longevity of this illness is getting to her. The trapped in her own head by deafness. Trapped in her house by leg pain, fear and anxiety.

Yesterday she woke up and her entire body hurt so the day was spent on the sofa. Today she had the weird flu thing – again. It seems to happen weekly, so Weasel and Ezekiel are both keeping an eye on it so they can report to doctors. She woke up with it today and did her best not to panic, but when walking down stairs makes you cry it is hard to keep calm.

Horatio came to see us on Saturday. That was nice. He petted me lots and said I was good. We watched a couple of films and snuggled lots – all three of us; not just me and Horatio. They played card games and talked lots too. They also had fun making fish in the steamer, something neither of them had done before. He is a nice man and I always like it when he visits.

They talked about the possibility of a longer visit in April and as much as Ezekiel wants it to happen she suspects that it probably won’t. She’s putting off thinking about it for the moment because this week is scary enough of its own. She’s going to the hair dresser’s tomorrow after a five month hiatus and she’s hoping to walk both ways. After two days of lying on the sofa feeling miserable she’s nervous. She has back-up plans in the shape of taxis, but would really like to walk. Thursday sees her back at the ENT… she got a letter last week saying that the grommet was still a bad idea. She suspected as much, but she seems to think some of the black mental stuff might be from that loss of hope. Friday she’s getting another injection. Depending on how hair dressers and ENT goes she may well be going to the injection alone. Which is scary too.

Weasel is definitely willing to go but Ezekiel feels like such a baby being so dependent. Even though she knows logically that it is okay to be weak right now and having an advocate at hospital with you is good.

It just isn’t what she had planned.